July 22nd, 2001


holy lift'en...

Those mini Hershey Bars... "mr. Goodbar", "Krackel"... as fresh as fresh can be without comming from the factory floor.... melting on your tongue... filling your mouth with creamy chocolately deliciousness... Looking down and seeing a whole bag of these babies... dreaming of milk. Yup... it's health food right?

why suffer alone..

"Say g'night Gracie..."

"Good night Gracie."

An exchange given to listeners between George Burns and Gracie Allen at the end of thier tv series (1950 - 58 - and no I was not watching... )

Off I go to the land of nod. As a parting gift... let me tell you about a tune...

You know the tune... the radio is on and you hear that fleetwood mack rif kick in and then Destiny's Child opens up their pipes and before you know it your listening to the word "bootylicious" and wondering where they come up with this stuff.... Ok.. so all afternoon I've had the sound of them saying "bootylicious" stuck in the frontal lobes... heard it in the car comming back from groceries... eak... I keep thinking steevie nicks is gonna burst out in song in the middle of it. :D

BB2 Update!

BB2 Update: Vengeance Is Mine Say'eth the Hardy.

This was definitely the Hardy show on Saturday night. We were treated to a brilliant bit of editing and "issue's avoidance" by the magi's at CBS. Everybody had fun tonight... 'specially me.

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g'mornin lj...
Ok, good afternoon... don't be so picky... haha
It's a hot one out there folks...

~ bright orange shirt...
~ pair o'shorts...
~ errands
~ sis-in-laws house to take the kids swimming...
~ baby... I got so many self indulgent wishes on my mind right now it's almost evil!
~ how 'bout I wish for a good day to fall on my pal nbbmom... she deserves a few good breaks in a row dammit!!!

So, I'm off to wallyland to convince some helper there to put a few bags of "black earth" in the back of the van for me... 'cause'en I'mma invalid!

Later Lj.

Heart stopping action ...

Nobody got hurt. ok!

So we decide to go for a walk... which means Geo and Ed don their helmets and mount up; Geo on the two wheeler with trainers and Ed on his trike. Z and I are armed with fresh mugs of coffee and off we go.

We live on a crescent. Long straight street with curves at either end. Geo - Mr. Speedster - gets to the top of the street way ahead and is waiting most of the way around the curve ... on the outside edge facing oncoming traffic. Not that theres much traffic ... The rest of us are mosy'en along prodding Mr. Slowpoke on his trike. It's a constant struggle to keep Ed at the side of the road.

There are just enough kids on our street at the end of their high school career that we have to be alert for the "speeding around the corner" set, out for a boot in dad's car... you know what I mean...

As we catch up to Geo we cross to the right side of the street and hear Geo prompting Ed to "show me how ffffaaassstttt you can go Ed". This usually gets Ed to put on his big concentrating face and boogy. Geo turns from his side of the road and HEADS DIRECTLY ACROSS THE ROAD.

A car was coming. Zebra just let out this horrific whooop of a noise... not a yell, not his name... just a strangled, gut wrenching whooooping noise as the image of Geo spattered on the grill of this car flooded her lobes.

The driver was a woman three doors down and across and we all know each other. She anticipated Geo's move and was ready for the stop.. Bless her heart to heaven and beyond.

I took Geo off his bike and made him walk it home... We just went over the rules of the road and I told him that he is off the bike until he passes a test on road safety with me. I intend to drill this stuff into his head until it's driving him nuts. I soooo do not want to be the subject of a page 5 newspaper story.

On a lighter note.. We have giant rocks (boulders?) arranged in a garden on our front lawn. Ed thinks of them as his pirate ship. We're home from the walk, and Ed has a fly swatter pushed through his shorts like a sheathed sword. A kid a few doors down calls out to say Hi to Edward. Ed calls back... "I'm on my ship!"... the other kid says "WHAT?" So Ed starts yelling at the top of his little bitty lungs.. "SHIP... SHIP ... SHIP..."

Needless to say Z and I both jumped up to yell out that Ed was on his BOAT!!!

I just can't do it...

I have got to get some sleep tonight... I'm dragging myself around all day like a old country dog, pulling himself along on three lame legs.

I will not read BB2 transcripts... I will not try to keep up with Lj posts... i will not read BB2 transcripts... I will not try to keep up with Lj posts...

Just for one night... one night... I gotta get some sleep.

maybe I'll pass out in front of a movie?

later skaters...